Death Cab For Cutie - Styrofoam Plates Lyrics
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashesI threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwardsAnd the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted wasPar for the course just as when you were livingIt's no stretch to say you were not quite a father,But a donor of seeds to aPoor single mother that would raise us alone.We never saw the money that went downyour throat through the hole in your belly.13 years old in the suburbs of Denver,Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinnerAt the Catholic churchThe servers wore crosses to shieldFrom the sufferance plaguing the othersStyrofoam plates, cafeteria tables,Charity reeks of cheap wine and pityAnd I'm thinking of youI do every year when we count all ourblessings and I wonder what we're doing hereYou're a disgrace to the concept of familyThe priest won't divulge the fact in his homilyAnd I'll stand up and scream ifthe mourning remain quietYou can deck out lie in a suit but I won't buy itI won't join in the procession that's speaking theirPeace using five dollar wordsWhile praising his integrityJust cause he's gone doesn't change the fact:He was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death
